It happened one Night...
written by:
shadypony

There is a subject that I have been wanting to write about for quite a while now, and have always been unsure how to approach it.

Most stories with this nature of content are usually a bit more hard core and can sometimes leave you squirming with awkward discomfort mixed with a slight curiosity. Other times it can send a Hard On packing and make a woman run for the shower to wash the words and images from her mind.

This one may give couples and average Joe's like us a different and open view to this ageless fetish and bring a new pleasure to our sex lives.

It happened one night... My husband and I were lounging at the Television after work, relaxing with a few cocktails. We were having a wonderful evening and enjoying each other's company to the fullest. It was one of those nights when you just click and fall into the same frisky mood together.

I took another sip of my cocktail then announced to my husband that I had to pee. I kissed him playfully and hurried to the bathroom. I sat on the pot and did my business, wiping dry and chatting up my hubby through the open door.

Next thing I know, he appeared in the bathroom standing in front of me as I sat on the toilet. "Open your legs so I can pee between them!" he said playfully, and I giggled and said "Okay, but hold on, let me take my pants off so I can get them wide enough."

I took care of that then sat down giggling while my husband held his dick in his hands absently jiggling it and rubbing it. I took off my shirt so that he could rub his dick all over my tits while he was there, and even licked and sucked on his cock, knowing he must be at the bursting point. This was even more exotic because in the back of my mind was the thought of how dirty and taboo potty games are. It goes back to my mother warning me about the germs in the bathroom and how it is a filthy place where one should usually do their business and get out. Okay, maybe I'm referring to a gas station bathroom more than my clean house potty, but those are the things one entertains at a time like this.

"Fuck, baby that feels good, but I have to pee, so open your legs so I can go." He said, looking down, as he stood above me, ready to do his business. I readily complied, spreading them wide and leaned back holding onto the toilet seat. "This is good lighthearted fun," I thought, akin to teaching your kid how to pee on Cheerios when he is being potty trained.

He started slowly, keeping his fluid safely between my legs, hitting the water below. I looked up at him and we both laughed with each other, then suddenly he aimed slightly higher, lightly splashing his golden fluid on the outside of my pussy. It felt warm and not nearly as dirty as those against "Potty Games" make it seem. There wasn't much of an odor and I found it rather pleasant.

The most sexually provocative part was the feeling of societies definition of domination and degradation that one exhibits when urinating on someone. Pissing on them, defiling them, making them dirty. Owning them. I felt totally owned, put in my place and submissive, even though my husband was displaying nothing but love and playful trust.

What happened next shocked us both. To my amazement, my vulva grew and spread wide open, allowing my inner labia to swell and bloom like a Lotus Flower!

"Holy shit! Look at that baby!" my husband exclaimed, still aiming directly on my ever swelling and blooming pussy.

I leaned down to look, careful not to get in the way of his stream, and could not believe what I saw. My entire Vulva was swollen and pulsing with the most incredible pleasure and longing that I have ever experienced! I suddenly could not get my legs wide enough and was overcome with the need to be opened and filled. Not with urine, but with his cock.

What on earth was causing this reaction? I couldn't help but feel that it was some act of nature. Some hormonal reaction to the pheromones in his urine. Was it some cave man thing from thousands of years ago that allowed a man to mark his territory as well as his woman? Would I have this reaction with anybody, or just my husband? Now I had a million thoughts racing through my mind and decided that I would have to test that theory some day.

I was horny as hell and as my husband ran out of the precious flowering fluid, we looked at one another and then almost ran each other over, racing for the bedroom.

My pussy still lay open, swollen and throbbing with desire. My husband dove in, pulling on my swollen lips with his mouth, licking my flower as if he was as turned on as I was by this strange phenomenon.

I couldn't help thinking that he is probably licking his own pee off of my pussy and delighted in the thought of sharing this degrading act. They say if you were stranded on an Island you could drink your own pee to survive but not somebody else's. I was wildly horny and couldn't help but shove my puffed-up pussy into his face, wanting him to shove his tongue deep inside me.

He did me one better and mounted me; his pants hastily pulled down around his hips and rewarded me with his own enlarged member, thrusting into me with an animalistic intensity. This was no lovemaking, but rather raw unbridled sex brought about unexpectedly by a simple act often dismissed as dirty by society. Personally I was open and all for it! Would I run out and do it with anyone I met? Not necessarily, for I do have to say that it takes a certain amount of trust and equal willingness to keep it from going over to the abusive side. I'm honestly not sure that I could allow someone to pee in my mouth or actually drink or gargle it as I have read previously, but who knows. One can take it as far as one is comfortable with.

"Definitely worth exploring, and more research will be necessary," I thought. "Definitely."